‘I was healthy could look around and could see a happy future. Than suddenly clouds come between me and the horizon, they came nearer, they where already covering the nearest mountains and finally I could not see at all any more. After a while the clouds dissapeared again and I could see. But I was no longer on a high mountain. I was in a narrow valley. with plenty of trees which made frightening shapes. The clouds walked like ghosts between the trees, it was dull and dreary, no hope, no light, no horizon. I did not even know the way back to the high mountain. I was lost.’ (Schwitters, 1982)